Japan

I did not hear the buildings fall; I slept straight through the roaring of the water. Even today, after staying up late With Diane Sawyer and a trapped cat, I cannot comprehend the size Of those fateful plates, or understand How fires burned in the wake of waves. But you are playing cello, and your Jet-black hair is falling into your slanted eyes. I know you wonder if your parents are alive And though I cannot comprehend the size Of that fateful question, I do know I want to go with you, and hold your hand As we walk the ruined streets of your homeland.